FILE 021: ESCAPE
Today I've come to a location that you lot will know about. And by "you lot" I mean Horizon. Because I know you're still reading these. And by the time you figure out what's going on it'll be too late. It's cold, but the sun is trying to break through the clouds. Perhaps it'll be lucky today. It's so quiet here. So silent. Like a Sunday morning after a fresh falling of snow during the night.
Considering I'm still writing these, then you can guess that I escaped from the Well. Roper had nabbed what we needed and the guard had helped us to get out and away before anymore of their goons had descended on our location. It was only when we were driving back in Roper's car that I had finally opened my clenched fist to discover that I had - inexplicably - picked up Item 769. I can't remember doing it and I no longer heard the singing, but I must have done it subconsciously.
Roper took us back to his flat - a basic set up (one bedroom, one kitchen, a bathroom and a living room) above a shop in one of the suburbs of Lincoln. He'd made us a cuppa (he made the world's best cuppa's) and had told me to get some rest. I'd insisted we look at what he'd taken from the Well, but before I'd even finished protesting I had already found my eyelids closing. When I'd woken up it had been morning and Roper had placed a blanket over me whilst I had slept soundly on the sofa.
After another cup of tea and a bacon sandwich (he also made the world's best bacon sandwiches!), he'd fired up his laptop and inserted a USB stick that he told me he had used to download information from the Well. I'd questioned him on what he'd actually taken. He'd simply looked at me with that scarred and weary face and said, "Everything."
And so we looked up Item 769, which was sub-headed with another name: The Angel Ring.
I held the ring in the palm of my hand, staring down at it. The ring felt alive. I could feel it humming against my skin. It didn't feel cold and inert - it felt like it was vibrating with power. It wanted to be held. It was calling out to me.
It was calling out to me...
It's funny, isn't it? The decisions we make. The choices we take. That's why I'm here now. That's why I'm standing at this stone circle on a cold and miserable Sunday morning. Because they're coming for it. The want the ring back, and I guess now is as good a time as any to give it back to them. Maybe this way I'll finally get Eleanor back.
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